"It's just him..... Myself? Billy hesitated, "What does he have to redeem?" ”

Ziliang's figure swayed with the light...... "So, you won't understand at all, everyone has their own things to redeem in the end, such as ...... Ah, life. ”

"Bastard." Billy suddenly screamed, "Are you saying that jigsaws are the kind of people who put their lives above their will?" You're insulting him! You're slandering! You're slandering! ”

With its scream, the whole factory seemed to suddenly boil, from every corner where the light could not shine, on the ceiling, in the corner of the machine tool, in the crack of the steel, suddenly crawled out of countless Billy dolls, they were like locusts, piled up into a dense ocean, poured up, in an instant, surrounded the whole room, thousands of dark eyes with obvious anger, staring at Ziliang, the wooden joints collided with each other, making a dense sound, making goosebumps.

Ziliang ...... coldly

"You're ...... Fart! Ignoring the horror and interrupting Billy's screams with an understatement, he took a step closer with his axe on his shoulder, the light obscured by his body, leaving only a shadow hanging from the sky and two points of scarlet gaze that shot straight into his heart.

"The people who say that will, ideals, are more important than life, are all poor and ignorant people who have never witnessed death, and they can only put on a high-sounding face and shout in their mouths that they do not know anything at all.

Everyone's life is the most precious, and nothing can override life, so a person's life should be treated with the most cherished eyes. What about good and evil? What about the good guys or the bad guys? These are just a framework for people to bind themselves, not a kind of bearing of the meaning of life.

The will of the 'jigsaw' is never to reprimand, never to comment on good and evil.

He just wants people to understand the simplest, but most easily forgotten truth, life...... It needs to be cherished. ”

Billy was silent, as if trying to shout something, to push the sloppy doctor back, but the wooden jaw only opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out.

He's a puppet, I know, there's something magical about it, but so what, this plane just needs someone who looks at the jigsaw from the very beginning, watching everything he does, watching him go from the very beginning of his terminal illness to the formation of the first game, watching everyone involved in the game, from the beginning, to the end.

That's why Billy came into being, thinking that he understood what the jigsaw was thinking and carrying the will of the jigsaw, and that's why it existed.

And when its heart is shaken...... Billy, it seems, suddenly can't find the meaning of his existence.

In fact, at the slightest command, the workers and puppets would flood up and tear the hateful doctor to shreds in an instant.

But it didn't ...... Because, it thinks, this person is right.

......

......

Jigsaw

It's a code name, a synonym for a demon, a word that comes to mind when you hear it, and you think of brutality, pain

And [John Kramer], but under these, another meaning is deeply planted.

Yes, it does sound a bit unrealistic, and life is interpreted in terms of pain...... It's just so hard to understand.

But as I said earlier, it is only when you face death that you can truly understand life.

So John Kramer died

......

The jigsaw died.

......

Billy hung his head, his face made of wood showing no expression, but there was a sadness that was out of place for the moment.

In the distance, frenzied workers came to a halt, piled up at the narrow entrance, and the mountains suddenly collapsed. The puppets fell in a pitch-black sea, the workshop below was de-energized, the roar was silent, and everything was silent, except for the sound of moths crashing against the light bulbs.

"I ...... Is it wrong? ”

Billy muttered.

Ziliang did not answer...... He was just quiet......

"So, let's go back to my original question, jigsaw, where?"

Billy shook his head, "Where is he?" Oh, heaven, or hell, how do I know, he's dead, dead! ”

"I know, but what if you die?" Ziliang said: "Didn't I say that you can only understand the will of the jigsaw when you have faced death, so ...... I've also died. ”

Billy was stunned for a moment, he raised his head and looked at Ziliang in surprise.

"Believe me, dying is never the end. Just tell me where he is...... Even if it's just a corpse. ”

"Can you ...... Resurrect him? ”

"I'm not sure, but the human will can be completely separated from the physical existence, cancer can only kill his body, and the jigsaw cherishes life incomparably, and this cherishing has been transformed into a higher level of will than life, so ...... I can try. ”

"You have to make sure ......"

"I don't have the time to promise you anything here." Ziliang said: "My body can't last long, now either believe in me and hand over the jigsaw to me, or you can kill me now, and then continue to control this world with the will of the jigsaw you understand."

It's up to you to decide what the ending will be. ”

Ziliang said, his eternally casual tone seemed to have finally become a little more serious.

He really can't hold on for long, the regenerative ability of Titonos' blood can indeed help Ziliang's low-grade adrenaline side effects, but everything can't appear out of thin air, those repaired muscles and tissues need the support of energy, and now Ziliang can already feel that the cursed blood is hollowing out his body, and after a while, his muscles may atrophy, and his heartbeat and brain are likely to collapse.

So he's betting.

Betting on Billy's choice is also his choice of life or death.

These quiet seconds are also incomparably long seconds...... Finally, Billy looked up.

Although he didn't say anything, with a bang, one of the walls of this office suddenly rose up, and a cold air instantly filled the room.

Ziliang turned around and looked at the inside of the wall, a freezer cabin made of steel scrap, lying there quietly, on the hatch, there was a small piece of glass, through the cold air, you could vaguely see that there was an old man about 50 years old lying inside.

(I'm sorry to be late, I'll try to be more and more these days, don't say I'm short every day, and, please vote for a monthly ticket.) ）